My favorite worst customers: The idiots who insist on conducting cellphone conversations at eye-watering decibel levels, cheerfully oblivious to the stinkeyes they get from adjoining diners, the servers and their own dinner companions. If you are: The President, a world renowned surgeon awaiting a transplantable organ or an investigative reporter pinning down a hot scoop, you’re excused. Although I’d still expect greater circumspection. Otherwise, turn your damn phone OFF during dinner!

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